The royal court of Ayodhya had adjourned for the day, Shri Ram had also presented himself on the royal pathway, where citizens like always had gathered to see him.

And before retiring to his bhavan, he went to the bhavan of Rameshwari, like daily, which was always filled with her thousands maids, ready to discharge their duties anytime the princess wants.

Shri Ram saw many of them on his way as they bowed to him. He walked passed, occasionally looking at the walls which were beautifully carved, and whose designs were made with complete care. Greeneries around the bhavan was adding more beauty to it.

Even though it's been years since this mansion has been made for his daughter, he still couldn't help but admire every single corner of it. The love and respect which the architect and the other workers had for the princess can be seen embodied here, for they had constructed the most marvellous bhavan in the entire Bharatvarsh.

Such was the beauty and splendor of bhavan, extremely aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. Especially the way sunlight entered the bhavan, giving a mellow glow to everything inside.

Shri Ram finally found his daughter, in the gardens where she was sitting on the swing with one feet up beside Ulka, reading the papers which the pramukh sakhi handed her.

Rameshwari was quick to feel the presence of her father as she turned her head to look at him, a small smile appeared on her face as went to him, getting on her knees and touching his feet, with reverence.

Shri Ram held her shoulders and made her stand up, looking at her smilingly. Ulka too bowed before the king, and then took her leave to give father daughter some alone time.

"Aapne swayam aane ka kasht kyu kiya Pitashree ? Mujhe bulwa liya hota." Rameshwari said.

"Kya ek Pita apni putri se milne nahi aa sakta ?" Shri Ram asked, "Bas tumse milne ki iccha mujhe yaha khich laayi, Ramey." He said.

"Aaj Raj-sabha mei kya huya ?" Rameshwari asked.

"Tumhare vivah ki baat." Shri Ram said walking over to the swing and sitting down.

"Kya mantriyo ke paas anya kuch hai nahi mantrana karne ke liye ?" She asked taking a seat beside him.

"Ab sabhi karya tum sambhal rahi ho toh mantri kya karenge ?" Shri Ram asked in jest. "Sab keh rahe the ki iss baar vasant-utsav mei dekhe ki yadi iss bhoomi par hai koi tumhare liye suyogya." He told.

"Pitashree, sabhi suyogya Rajkumaro ko toh maine parajit kar diya tha Ashwamedh mei. Ab jiske samaksh mai parajit ho jaayu, mai uske kanth mei varmala daal dungi. Kintu tab tak, mantriyo se keh dijiye, Rajkumari vyast hai." Rameshwari said.

"Ha 'Surajya Samhita' ki rachna, Rajkumaro ki shiksha aur Kaushalya Mata ke 1000 gaavo ka sab tum hi sambhaal rahi ho toh vyast toh ho tum. Kintu Vasisth keh rahe the, kuch samaye nikal tumhe sakhiyo se saath Sringaar kar vihaar hetu jana chahiye." Shri Ram said.

"Uske liye samaye nahi hai, Pitashree. Mujhe vihaar par nahi apetu Shravasti jana hai." Rameshwari said.

"Shravasti ? Kintu agle saptaah toh vasant-utsav hai. Sabhi bharatvarsh se Raja-Maharaja, Yuvraj aur Rajkumar aayenge. Tumhari upasthiti anivarya hai." Shri Ram said.

"Chinta na kariye, mai vasant-utsav se poorv aajayungi. Mujhe bas nirikshan hetu jana hai." Rameshwari said.

"Uchit hai." Shri Ram nodded, "Waise suna hai ki Shravasti ko log dusri Ayodhya kehne lage hai." He said, as he had heard about the architectural development of that city from his spies, ministers, traders and other prominent citizens. All of them were praising Rameshwari for it.

"Pitashree, mera ek anurodh hai." Rameshwari joined her hands, "Jab tak mai Shravasti se laut na aayu, tab tak aap Rajkumaro ko shiksha de dijiyega." She requested.

"Awashya." Shri Ram smiled holding her joined hands, "Aisa lagta hai, ki tum unn sabko Raja bana ke rahogi." He said.

"Woh sab Raja banne ke yogya hai aur woh sab hi Raja banenge. Mera vishwas hai." Rameshwari said with a small smile.

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Usse vivah karegi jiske samaksh parajit hogi.... Samjhe sailors ? 🌝